Words

Words, they are empty containers

Until the heart imparts its flavors

They become sweet, and can heal

The heart’s included in the deal

Words, they may be crafted with care

But it’s the heart that washes away despair

When the heart flows, words are replaced

By silence, which cannot be erased

Words, represent art and skill

When the mind responds to the noble will

They work, drenched in the heart

Together, we are no more apart

Words, no need to search for the best

When they are the heart’s guest

They are mellow, not hollow

From depths, they replenish the shallow